Chapter Nine
“So now what?” asked Miles as they got into the car.
“It seems as if there’s something I’m forgetting.” Myrtle pursed her lips and sat quietly in deep thought. “No. No, I can’t remember it. I suppose we could forage our way through the jungle outside my house and watch our soap opera and have a snack or something.”
“As long as it isn’t an Asian-inspired snack.” Miles’s lips twisted in a smile.
“Don’t be silly,” said Myrtle crossly.
“What did you think about our conversation with Felix?” He followed Myrtle down her walkway and into the house.
Myrtle said, “I think there’s more going on with him than he’s letting on. He had such a pat answer for everything. Very smooth.” She walked into the kitchen and looked in her refrigerator for inspiration.
“Naturally. He’s a poli
